You All Get a Treat
Everyone is about to get a treat from me today. Instead of going to my other journal, you get to hear me bitch and whine on this one instead. (Most people going to another site now, cause they don't want to hear me bitch.)
You know now that I'm older, I expect the adults that I know to still act like adults. Only now I can share some of their views because I understand more now. As you all may remember, I haven't been back to church in quite some time. I went with Dale about two months ago, before she got noticeable. Maybe you all remember that I sort of have an uncle that adopted me since I was young. I always called him Uncle Bob, and his wife is Rita. Rita sends out and prints the church newsletters each month. So I wrote their joint email account and told them my new address to send the newsletter to. Actually here this will explain everything:
You both are probably wondering where I ran off to. Not many people from church tried to keep in contact with me. I tried with them, but to no avail. I kept running into Barb every week or so while she was working or while I was working. Then I ran into Don and Jean, Pastor, Ron and Mrs. DeMarco, Dick and Lois at the ballpark. The only ones who geniunely said hello and wanted to know what was going on was Dick and Lois. Pastor didn't even want to talk with me. So, I said to myself that I really wasn't missing anything.
Anyways, I'm primarily writing to you tell you that my address has changed. Yes, you heard right. I no longer live with my mother and Rick. My new address is 1713 West Grandview Blvd. Apt. C. Erie, PA 16509. So, you can send the church bullentin there. It's a small single apartment, not 5 minutes away from my old house..but at least I'm out on my own like I have been wanting to be for the past year and half.
I miss you both, but until I get things settled in my life and find myself, I'm not going to be back at church. There are just too many things that I'm at odds with. Hope you understand, or at least respect what I'm trying to do.
Here is what I got back from Uncle Bob.
Let's see, find yourself?? Hmmm, you have an e-mail address and an a US mail address and probably a phone number, soooooo I don't think your lost. At least I can find you, even if you can't!!!!!! So call and I'll tell you where to find yourself......Don't want to come to church but want the newsletter, boy if you knew a psyc major they would have fun with that one. lot's of super kittens here. P.S. I never got my act together either, but I don't let it get in my way, know what I mean. See you soon I hope..
He is the not the one I wanted to hear from, I was really hoping for Rita cause I do think she would understand more. How come adults can't act like adults? I can't live with conflict in my life, and I don't need more of it from the people that I thought did care about me. Like I wanted to say in the newsletter...no one has called me to see how I have been doing. All they care about is the elderly population at my church. None of them have even called Dale to see how she is doing? You would think if you haven't seen someone in nine months, you would wonder about them. That church is dying and until they realize that the only way to save their church is to communicate to the members of the congregation, not just their own age group, maybe more people will join.
I seriously think Dale is going to have a hard time with baptizing her baby at our church. I just think that the people there are so closed minded, they won't accept Dale and Jenna's child.
You know now that I'm older, I expect the adults that I know to still act like adults. Only now I can share some of their views because I understand more now. As you all may remember, I haven't been back to church in quite some time. I went with Dale about two months ago, before she got noticeable. Maybe you all remember that I sort of have an uncle that adopted me since I was young. I always called him Uncle Bob, and his wife is Rita. Rita sends out and prints the church newsletters each month. So I wrote their joint email account and told them my new address to send the newsletter to. Actually here this will explain everything:
You both are probably wondering where I ran off to. Not many people from church tried to keep in contact with me. I tried with them, but to no avail. I kept running into Barb every week or so while she was working or while I was working. Then I ran into Don and Jean, Pastor, Ron and Mrs. DeMarco, Dick and Lois at the ballpark. The only ones who geniunely said hello and wanted to know what was going on was Dick and Lois. Pastor didn't even want to talk with me. So, I said to myself that I really wasn't missing anything.
Anyways, I'm primarily writing to you tell you that my address has changed. Yes, you heard right. I no longer live with my mother and Rick. My new address is 1713 West Grandview Blvd. Apt. C. Erie, PA 16509. So, you can send the church bullentin there. It's a small single apartment, not 5 minutes away from my old house..but at least I'm out on my own like I have been wanting to be for the past year and half.
I miss you both, but until I get things settled in my life and find myself, I'm not going to be back at church. There are just too many things that I'm at odds with. Hope you understand, or at least respect what I'm trying to do.
Here is what I got back from Uncle Bob.
Let's see, find yourself?? Hmmm, you have an e-mail address and an a US mail address and probably a phone number, soooooo I don't think your lost. At least I can find you, even if you can't!!!!!! So call and I'll tell you where to find yourself......Don't want to come to church but want the newsletter, boy if you knew a psyc major they would have fun with that one. lot's of super kittens here. P.S. I never got my act together either, but I don't let it get in my way, know what I mean. See you soon I hope..
He is the not the one I wanted to hear from, I was really hoping for Rita cause I do think she would understand more. How come adults can't act like adults? I can't live with conflict in my life, and I don't need more of it from the people that I thought did care about me. Like I wanted to say in the newsletter...no one has called me to see how I have been doing. All they care about is the elderly population at my church. None of them have even called Dale to see how she is doing? You would think if you haven't seen someone in nine months, you would wonder about them. That church is dying and until they realize that the only way to save their church is to communicate to the members of the congregation, not just their own age group, maybe more people will join.
I seriously think Dale is going to have a hard time with baptizing her baby at our church. I just think that the people there are so closed minded, they won't accept Dale and Jenna's child.